I Lied

I need to get this out, it helps me cope

I know why.

I know why I don’t want you

To see him every weekend,

And why it hurts me to know what you’re doing

When I’m not there.

I know why I hate the way

Your eyes light when he’s here,

And secretly take pleasure

In the way you die a little inside

Each time he leaves.

I know why each time I leave,

I feel my nerves unravelling,

And my control over myself slipping.

I know why I want to curl up in a ball and cry.

 

It’s because I can’t do the same.

Author's Note

I know this isn't the best. It's just a vent-piece

Reviews

[hmm]

wonderful write, enjoyed this

[Aries]

Soon, baby. We're strong.

[Short.Nerd]

This is a great poem! Good Job